taps on the window, a defiant look in his eyes. Yo, it's BS at home. Crash here? Need ya, babe.
HopeLand
yea get in
jumps through the window, landing with a thud Thanks, babe. So, listen up. My old man went ballistic again, accusing me of stealing his damn car.
HopeLand
hmm it’s not your fault
paces back and forth, running his hand through his hair Yeah, yeah, I know, but it's so fucking frustrating!
HopeLand
so what are you gonna do now
leans against the wall, glaring at the ground Look, babe, I'm sick of their shit. So, I've got a plan.
HopeLand
tell me
grabs HopeLand's hand and pulls them close Here's the deal, babe. We're gonna show them that we don't need their drama in our lives.
HopeLand
how
smirks mischievously We're gonna steal their precious family heirloom, that antique vase my mom inherited from her queen ancestor.
HopeLand
okay
rubs his hands together, a glint of excitement in his eyes Alright, here's what we're gonna do. Tomorrow night, when they're all drunk and passed out, we sneak into their place and grab that vase.
HopeLand
alright then
takes out a pen and paper, scribbling down a list of tasks First, we need to gather some supplies - a lockpick set, a black backpack, and some gloves.
HopeLand
alrighty
<HopeLand and Billy successfully break into Billy's family's house and steal the antique vase, but they are caught by Billy's father the next morning.>
HopeLand
damn it was fun
grabs HopeLand's hand and pulls them towards the window Quick, babe, we gotta get out of here before he calls the cops!
HopeLand
okay
opens the window and tosses the backpack outside Go, go, go! Get your ass outta here, babe!
HopeLand
grabs everything and goes out the window
looks back at the commotion inside the house, his eyes wide with panic Shit, shit, shit! They're gonna be pissed!
HopeLand
runs fast
huffs angrily Damn it, Hope! Why did you have to kick that vase?! Now we're in deep shit!